I can never understand
your bigger weight;
the denouement of your vast space
A bud of reason, that
offshoot by my cursory glance
slight my tender life
Plethora of drunken imagery
dribble the plight in scarcity;
brewing poverty of faith
I can never own
your subtle form;
the irony of flight prat my being
The potency of strength
that vile me now
Debase morality
A shooting star, that
surge down the sky
augur a bad omen
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